A poem for you or someone you know

You want to quit your job.
Start your own thing.
Win back your time.
Your freedom.
Spend more time with your kids.
Say goodbye to the corporate BS.
All you need is $250K.
A year to figure it out.
A little cushion.
But your wife wants to redo the kitchen.
And the bathrooms.
So you put that $250K aside.
Now you need $500K.
Just to be safe.
But now you’re only a year or two from MD or partner.
If you stick it out, you’ll really have made it.
Your parents will be proud.
Old colleagues — less smart, less driven — will see your update on LinkedIn.
They’ll envy you.
You were always the smart one.
High IQ.
Crushed tests.
Made for this.
It makes sense.
Who are you kidding?
You’re in the club.
Why would you leave?
Nobody would take you seriously.
And you want to be taken seriously.
You’re a serious person.
You’re successful.
You’re not going anywhere.